i looked at it, and it was crystal clear. The ripples glimmered that one would think stars afloat as it has fallen from the sky. Serenity enveloped me as my eyes were caught in a trance. I perceive there's something deeper, only by looking, i wouldn't know its depth. I waited a while, and see if anyone would dare to come closer, but there were only a few out of a thousand who sought for truth.
The crowd was at a distance, as if something was keeping them from coming nearer. i was part of that crowd, and i knew we all had the same fear; the fear of losing what one possesses. Ah! but there was a whisper subtly telling me to go near the river. A few inches away, i was still very reluctant. I felt warmth from where i was. It was a comforting feeling that i didn't want to lose. But a leap of faith had me touch the river at once. I felt a tinge of cold that went up to my spine. I would have pulled back, but instead, i dipped my hand deeper, and only then did i understand better.
It was far too deep, and there was no way of knowing how much deeper it would get. But the understanding i had was enough for my immediate satisfaction. After which, i had a longing to have others realize what for me was undeniably liberating.
A few people followed, but a great majority remained distant. The sadness in the faces of the distant crowd surfaced despite their efforts to smile and to laugh. And the few? To them was a genuine happiness.
"when men get used to saying and hearing the truth, there will be more understanding. (Cuando los hombres se acostumbren a decir y a oir la verdad, habra mas comprension.)" - St.Josemaria Escriva
At dusk
3 days ago
